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    (Intro) Kamachi
    Yeah, yeah, JuJu Mob, Dirty Deacon
    Kno'm'sayin', Mic Messiah, kamach, c'mon
    Its' like, you keep tellin' 'em the same thing
    Same shit, kno'm'sayin', fall back man
    Candy ass niggas, ayo check it out

    [Chief Kamachi]
    Yo, if I ain't have a mic I'll be flyin' kites from a cell
    Respect me like I'ma Al-Qaeda leader in jail
    And my prison pose my arms all swell like Melle Mel
    Do you hear me like the Prophet heard the Angel Gabri-el
    Booooom! You know what that mean, don't risk it
    Camoflauge y'all be a murderous mystique
    Wanna hustle, scramble nine millie jam
    Devil worship - dance on the pentagram
    Me and the Dirty Deac. Church full of nerdy freaks
    Choir girls that like to fuck in the pews
    Give 'em vodka and holy water if they stuck in the blues
    I'ma heathen, I love slangin' and thievin'
    Cold hearted love to see families grievin'
    Right into the darkness their souls is leavin'
    Minister Mach, this my sermon for the evenin'
    Thank the Lord for the wise words who receivin'
    Don't eva go against the code
    It's the Black Moses in Da Vinci clothes
    When my sandals touch the sand the ministry rose
    When I stood up, lights out, the industry froze
    Bear witness to the Wooly hair, you know how it goes
    K A M A C H I another chapter is closed
    Bear witness to the Wooly hair, you know how it goes
    K A M A C H I another chapter is closed
    C'mon...

    (Hook) State Store 2x
    Don't - you - eva - try - to - come - and - test - us
    Test - us

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    [Break]
    You'kno'm'sayin' I keep tellin' y'all to stop playin'
    You'kno'm'sayin' - you'know'I'mean, this ain't no game
    When you come to my Church you listen to my gospel
    You'kno'm'sayin', c'mon' Dirty Deacon, sing it, c'mon
    Y'all just don't learn do y'all, ha-ha
    Yeah, you'kno'm'sayin', stay on ya lanes, one more time

    [State Store]
    Project paths, there's brick weed, the hustle dime, the dust
    Call me the Deacon preachin' for all the henny thugs
    For any victim I leave splashin' in gorilla blood
    I speak sermon that evolved by the semi slugs
    My shine Bishop Juan, Betty showed me plenty love
    Holy communion reefer clouds over veggie grubs
    My crap shooters throw bones for a dirty dub
    Since a kid I played the block where the stash was
    So every word will flame from a dutch that hashed up
    I'm State Store, North Philly get ya cash up
    My congregation a hundred shorties wit fat butts
    I'm warrior style, you over print on my black tux
    I hold it down, drink a liquor out of glass cups
    I see visions, I'ma psychic for a fast buck
    Ride in the hood, dirty bikin' and a dump truck
    I'm State Store 'Death Choir' for my vultures

    (Hook) State Store 2x

    (Outro) Kamachi
    Yeah, you'know'm'sayin', Dirty Deacon they just don't learn
    You'kno'm'sayin', you know each one keep steppin' into the zone
    You'kno'm'sayin', this is our zone
    You'kno'm'sayin', we own this right here
    You'kno'm'sayin', stay on ya own galaxy
    You'kno'm'sayin', we made a star here
    You'kno'm'sayin', we made a star here, hahaha

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    Composición: B. Walker

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